Van Horn turned his face aside to hide a grin, and then grinned outright when the old rascal, showing his empty pipe, wheedled up: "Suppose 'm five stick tobacco you give 'm along me ?" While Borckman went below for the tobacco, Van Horn orated to Ishikola on the sacred solemnity of truth and promises.

Next, he leaned across the barbed wire and handed down the five sticks of tobacco.
"My word," he threatened.

"Somo day, Ishikola, I finish along you altogether.

You no good friend stop along salt-water.

You big fool stop along bush." When Ishikola attempted protest, he shut him off with, "My word, you gammon along me too much." Still the canoe lingered.